Capitolo 21
THE KING OF ARGOS
This way the drave her Me from now, to err far?
CHOIR
Yea--this word of thy sticks exact with mine.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Then to Canopus and Memphis she came?
CHOIR
And from the hand of Zeus you/he/she was touched, and it discovers a child.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Who the child of the Zeus-coupled creature praises him/it?
CHOIR
Epaphus, exactly called by the touch of saving.
THE KING OF ARGOS
And that to turn it made the beget?[4 of Epaphus]
[The footnote: 4: Here a verse has been lost at least. The conjecture
of Bothe seems to be verified, as far as it pertains to substance, from
the next line, and you/he/she has been adopted accordingly.]
CHOIR
Libya, with gifted name of a wide earth.
THE KING OF ARGOS
And that from her it was born to the run?
CHOIR
Belus: from him two children, my father one.
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Its name now speaks to me this wise greybeard.
CHOIR
Reveres so the of the crowned that it governs the State.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Reverential fear thrills me, while seeing these shrines with leafage they crowned.
CHOIR
Yea, austere the anger of Zeus, the suppliants' gentleman.
Child of Palaichthon, real head
Of thy Pelasgians, feel!
You arch down heart of thine to my relief--
A fugitive, a rapid suppliant with fear,
A creature that the wild wolves pursue
O'er that makes to totter steeples; in compassionate case
To tall voice, far her the least ones,
Calling the trusted arm of the herdsman to save give her/it his/her enemies!
THE KING OF ARGOS
Here, with heads arched close to our urban shrines
Ye sits 'neaths shade of new-torn olive-branches.
The forefend of Sky of resentment of our distant log!
Doesn't make this hap, unhoped and unforeseen event,
Hands war on us: for conflict we don't desire.
CHOIR
The justice, the daughter to correct-give Zeus,
The justice, the queen of suppliants looks down,
What this our appointment any sick can loosen
On Your city!
This word, also from the youth he/she let age and the wisdom learn: